Random. About. Things. Me. 25.

I was tagged. I've never been tagged before. And I sort of liked the tag. So i decided to put some thought into it before i posted 25 random things about myself. I thought it made more sense to interpret 'random' not as 'first thing that comes to mind', instead as the 'randomest thoughts that actually come to mind when i spend considerable amount of time thinking about myself'.

There are about 4 and a half people who read my blog. One tagged me. So the other 3 and a half should consider themselves tagged. Go ahead, post 25 random things about yourself. Like I'm about to do now.

Here goes nothing.

1) I have a morbid fear of road accidents. I keep expecting to get crushed under a thanni lorry every goddamn time I'm on wheels.

2) I am Gult. Yes. I am Telugu. My mother tongue AND my father tongue is Telugu. This is something that most people don't seem to know about me. Even those who have known me for long. They just assume that I'm Tamil.

3) I own three pairs of boxers. Only three. Blue checks, Green checks and a multicolored one.

4) Three of my favorite topics of conversation - I can go on for hours - are Books, Movies and Comics in that order.

5) I do not believe in medicines. Or medication. Or medicine men. Seriously. I don't. This could be because in the last six years I've been to the doctor (for myself) only twice. Once to get a fake MC and on another occasion I broke a toe-nail playing football. I'd have popped in all around 6 tablets in so many years. (touch wood!)

6) I wish to relive a day of XI-A. All of us. A few years from now. Sort of a reunion. Spend the whole day in school. That would be fun.

7) I sound very different in person to when I write. Sometimes, when I read some of the stuff that I've written I wonder if it was me who wrote it in the first place. I think differently when i speak and when i write.

8) I've a very short temper. I seldom reveal it though. I usually glare or swear to myself.

9) I am a compulsive liar. I lie even when I know I don't gain any advantage in doing so. Wait, I've to rephrase that. I do not speak the truth. For example, If my dad asks me where I was, I'll usually not respond. He'll follow it up with, "were you meeting friends at the juice shop?" and I'll simply nod my head even if that was not what I was really upto. This is the same with everyone. To put it differently, I let people form their own versions of "reality".

10) I believe in astrology. And even though I keep saying things like "What is the point of living a pre-scripted life?" and "There's no such thing as destiny" and so on, I actually believe that our futures can be predicted. I also think Linda Goodman is about 85% right about people. I actually try to act/respond to a person according to their astrological signs. I'm a quintessential Cancerian. And I hate being categorized that way.

11) I like platforms. Big, wide ones. The stretch on mount road starting from thousand lights all the way up to Anna statue is one of my favourites. Especially the part opposite Spencers. There's something magical about walking slowly, taking everything in when the rest of the world rushes past in a blur.

12) I am a sucker for coming-of-age movies. There's something about "growing up" and "flirting with adolescence" and "the end of innocence" that has a magnetic pull on me. I have a strong dislike for fantasies. I'd rate Flashbacks of a Fool higher than say, Lord of the Rings.

13) I think about the absurdity of life at least once a day. It hits me at all odd times and at street corners.

14) I'm intimidated by people who go take part in cultural competitions in big gumbals. Stuff like debate, creative writing, ad-zap, whose line is it anyway?, etc. And by those "cool dude rock bands". There's something unnerving about them. You'd see them hanging around in fours and fives, rushing from one event to another, getting hyper, talking loudly, waving at people who walk past, socialising, expanding their 'horizons' etc. A clan of Hyenas usually comes to mind. Some of my close friends are very good musicians, and speakers and writers.

15) I text myself. Not stuff like "things to do". Just things that suddenly strike me. And reminders like "about time you moved on, moron!" and "Don't fall for it all over again." and "You have worms in your stomach." Also ideas and thoughts that I get from time to time. I'm writing this blog post with my mobile in my hand, going over the points I'd jotted down.

16) I don't wish to live a day beyond 50. I've a feeling I'll pop off sooner. Either way, I intend to save up enough and throw a huge death-day bash. I don't want people to be sad and sober. There'll be a special Saavu Molam (funeral drums) band rocking it out. Don't miss it. Free grub, hajjaar booze and weed are there.

17) I wish to get my parents to smoke up one day. Put on some trippy music. Or show them AFV on tv. Order food. Relax. Let go. Unwind. Trip. I want them to stop getting worked up all the bledy time and enjoy life for once. Stop nitpicking and bickering over trivial things. And it wont happen if they are sober.

18) I borrowed this one from someecards. It describes me perfectly - "I desperately crave and loathe attention."

19) I wish to conduct the Stanford Prison Experiment and Milgram's Obedience test with my friends and relatives and people I know.

20) I usually make a very bad impression on my first/second interaction with people. I have a tendency to grow on people slowly. And the people I know, I get to know them well. Like really well. Deep-dark-secrets well.

21) I keep having imaginary conversations all the time. With everyone. At all times. Even when I'm having a real conversation with the same person. But these imaginary conversations are only one on one. And I don't save the good lines to myself all the time.

22) I like coming up with conspiracy theories. I've come up with lots. The recent one involves Obama turning into a dictator and starting WW-III in 2010. India will team up with USA and emerge victorious. I'm so gonna enlist. NDA, here i come!

23) I've seen Midnight Cowboy (1969) about eight times. For Dustin Hoffman. For Jon Voight. And especially for the soundtrack.

24) I think I'll make a great whore. You know, the kinda person who accompanies rich women to parties and gives it to them at the back of the limo? That's what I wanna do for a living.

25) I wish to go see a psychiatrist soon. Just for the heck of it. Also because people who know me well think I suffer from various mental disorders. The list includes Attention Deficit disorder, Bi-polar disorder, OCD, Delusional disorder, Antisocial personality disorder, and a mild form of Dyslexia. I think i suffer from an eating disorder and poor memory. Some think I'm outright insane. I know I'm a li'l quirky. Weird, yes. Insane, No.



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